the reaper waits

Alone on the rocks I stare out to sea
Watching the waves crashing before me
Often I contemplate rolling into the waves
Allowing the water to become my grave
I time my push and then I release
My breaks still on, oh what a tease
The rush now over I contemplate again
Searching for a way for this pain to end

I curse all those, who kept me alive
It was my time, just let me die
Lying on his table trying to scream
Begging for an end to this horrible dream
But no one could hear me, I was shouting from hell
My body was painfully becoming my prison cell
All this time the reaper sat by my bed
Waiting for my doctor to declare me dead

So if I don’t return from my trip to the sea
Know that I’ve found peace with my misery
I will be free from this body, my constant prison
No more pain and the torture of livin’
My words will live on, if only in rhyme
Soon I’ll be forgotten, it’s a matter of time
I hope you can find a way to forgive
But surely you agree this is no way to live